Page 191 of When We Fall: Part Two
I snarled and tried to push his arms off me, but he continued to hold on as he gave me another shake.
I wouldn’t calm down. I couldn’t. There was no way.
I was losing it. My chest screamed. I couldn’t breathe, but I continued to fight, my heart breaking with each hit.
Enzo slammed me once. Twice. Three times against the wall, making me release his shirt. I tore it. The buttons had popped off in my blind rage. He had claw marks on his chest from me. I hadn’t even realized I’d clawed him. Blood dripped onto the hardwood floor at our feet.
“Don’t make this harder,” he choked out in my ear. “Fucking please, Sunshine. Don’t. You’ll always be…m-my girl.”
“I hate you,” I sobbed. “I hate you.”
“I know. I’m sorry. You have to hate me,” he whispered in my ear, his voice strained. He finally released me and stepped back.
I fumbled with my engagement ring he’d given me months ago and got it off. I shoved it in his chest and released it.
“Give it to her. Might save you some money since she likes my leftovers.”
I hadn’t even realized Jamie and Colten had come into the room. Jamie swooped in and got between me and Enzo.
“Keep her safe. She’s not well,” Enzo said softly as he continued to back away. He stuffed my ring into his pocket.
I watched through my tears as he went to Cole and said something to him before grabbing his suitcase and walking out the front door without bothering to look back.
It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.
All I knew was that I’d lived in a lie, and my Fox had died for that lie.
If that didn’t make me bitter, I didn’t know what would.
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ETHAN
“What’s going on?” I asked as Cole came into the basement. He was clearly distraught. If something happened upstairs, there was no way I’d know about it, since my part of the house was basically soundproof.
“We need to go,” Cole said. “Come on.”
I got up and followed him to the living room and out the front door without any question.
“Cole, man. What’s going on?” I asked once we were on the road. I’d come wordlessly because he’d seemed so serious.
“Just… give me a minute, OK?” he said, his voice shaking.
I stayed silent for another fifteen minutes as he drove into the city. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Talk to me. This is freaking me out,” I said.
Cole pulled the car over to a curb near a hotel and parked.
He said nothing. Instead, he pounded his fists on the steering wheel while screaming.
Finally, he stopped and breathed out.
“Enzo left.”
“He left?” I frowned. “Where did he go? I don’t understand what’s going on?—”
“He broke up with Rosalie.”
